By Michelle Vongkaysone
They sat twitching, artificially full and tinted red.
She claims it’s the latest trend, to beat one’s lips into submission.
To have them as fat and red as possible, to draw one’s attention upward.
That may’ve been true at first.
But the longer I stay, the more I realize what they’re evocative of.
I watch her speak with all, family, friends and such, bearing a fiery rage within.
Sometimes she smiles, revealing gleaming fangs beneath her lips.
She delights in feeding her ego, drawing strength from other’s pain and unease.
A lamprey, of the incessantly sucking maw: Sharp, ruthless and draining.
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